Imprints
Imprints
Euphoria- Pleasure with no pain.
But I guess my euphoria was drowning in pain
We were running and skipping streets
Dancing to our souls’ beat
Our heads were clouded
Our parents were waiting
We were a pack of lies
Making mistakes
We were drinking cheap beer and inhaling cocaine
We were of our minds
We were just teenagers mixing drugs with our pain
I saw her glance at us
I felt myself smirk
She started walking faster
We began following quicker
My friend mustered a hoot at her
(Later he would not remember that)
We formed a circle around her
We trapped a soul
Or rather killed it
But at that time who knew the gravity of what we were doing?
She abused him
He pushed her
she slapped him
It aggravated me
We pushed her into the empty street
Her screams, bereft of the world
I remember putting my hands on her body
I remember her nails piercing into my skin
And I forced myself on her
She screamed , cried probably kicked too
I laughed, mocked, probably raped too
She went silent after some time
And sobbed every time
Every time we kissed her
Every time we entered her
She was breaking into pieces, with every minute
While we were becoming the biggest sinners with every second
I guess we left her then
her life to destiny
And today I saw the lives I killed -
the parents, the brothers’, the sisters’
We are behind these bars
But very far from our punishment.
We are drowning our sorrows
They are announcing my death, my escape
This is the easiest escape
The hardest would have been seeing her every day
A reminder of my sins
The imprints on my skin
Reminding me how much she fought back
I wish these tears could wash away my touch
I wish I could reverse it on myself
I wish I could say ‘ I am sorry again’.
Copyright © Diya Chawla | Year Posted 2020
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